[ Keith sounds so incredulous that Shiro can't help another quiet chuckle, a soft thing under his breath all filled with warmth. He lets the hand behind Keith's head trace down over shoulders and spine, tracing out the bone and lean muscle of his back, and already there's a whisper in the back of his head asking mine? Are you mine? Can I really have this? ]
I could tell you wanted to. Wasn't sure if you wanted me to know.
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I could tell you wanted to. Wasn't sure if you wanted me to know.